Ding Xingxing whispered heavily in Sun Qian's ear for a while.
"Sect Envoy?" Sun Qian's eyes moved. He had just arrived at the government office, and already a Sect Envoy was visiting. What exactly was happening here?
Sun Qian quickly walked out of the main hall and immediately saw two ox carts parked not far away and several people standing there, all with disheveled hair and torn clothes.
Nonetheless, Sun Qian still stepped forward, clasped his fists, and said, "May I ask which of you is the Envoy? What brings you to our office?"
Zhu Qunxiang glanced at Sun Qian, walked to one of the ox carts, and with a whoosh, lifted the black cloth covering the cart.
On the ox cart lay a pile of corpses, with dense strands of blood creeping and writhing...
"This..." Sun Qian was utterly shocked at the sight.
